Sunday, May 16, 2010

As the Stomach Turns

In the last chapter of "As the Stomach Turns", we found out that our sometimes heroine had just sold the old homeplace and had bought another. Or did she...........
  • Sold our home to lovely couple.
  • Put contract on lovely home in Arkansas
  • Lovely couple had to terminate their offer as the the sale of their home fell through
  • After a long 3 days of attorneys looking for loopholes, the relo company finally declares that our home is theirs to lose as we had already signed the contract over to them. (Whew!) We can continue with our plans.
  • Hub flies to Arkansas for inspection of new home.
  • What's this? Inspector's moisture meter registers 100% moisture in corner at front of house. Says that bad stucco job is to blame.
  • Another home builder brought in. He says that it's the roof flashing.
  • Builder that actually built the home came it. He says that it may be the gutters.
  • Another moisture expert brought in and he says that possibly the window and seals had failed. Then he said the word that changed my world......mold (possibly). That's a deal breaker to me. My son has asthma plus you would have to disclose all of that on a resale.
  • We had put an addendum to the contract that stated that the seller would have the front wall suitably repaired at their cost. My realtor put on there that we needed an answer by 5 p.m. on Thursday. This gave them at least 48 hours. Their realtor came back on Thursday and said that they would give us $1500 to fix it ourselves and they wanted an answer by noon. (Do I hear games being played?) Each of the answers that the experts came up with came with a price tag of $700 - $3200. It could even turn out to be all 4 issues.
  • Needless to say, our heroine instructed her real estate agent to tell the seller to take the contract and their $1500 and ..............live happily ever after.

Now we get to fly back to Arkansas this next weekend and start over finding a place to call home. The movers are still scheduled for the last of May-1st of June. We may be able to stay on schedule if we find a home that is vacant. If not, at best we will get moved just in time for our son to come home. I REALLY want the extra time to settle before that big change happens.

Oh, and did I mention that Hub came home and there has been a MAJOR restructuring in the higher levels of management within his company. The gentlemen who was the loudest about wanting him in Arkansas is no longer with the company. There is a very, very slim chance that we wouldn't need to move. Hence, we are waiting until next weekend to go house looking.

So that's what I'm talking about "As the Stomach Turns". Probably should call it "As the Toilet Runs". Little son has been throwing up off and on for two weeks. We didn't know whether it was illness or emotions until he finally started running fever. Me....just chest pains plus nervous stomach and all the joy that goes with that.

Hub is just happy, happy. It will all work out. He says that my faith in God needs to be stronger. Probably so, but why does he have to go down to the wire on everything? I'm just frustrated. Thanks for listening. I probably should go to the bathroom again.

Later.

3 comments:

judith said...

Breathe.... Like the hubby said, it will all work out.

Rox said...

You know, since my waistline has started expanding, I've been praying for a reoccurence of my old anxiety issues. You know, as a weight loss plan. Anyway, reading this post? Reminds me that emotional eating does have it's value.

Just try to ride it out, girl. Pretend you're on a surfboard and just sit still until you hit the shore. I did that once when I was really tanked, just pretended I was on a surfboard...

Birdie said...

Your faith is sufficient unto itself, and your anxiety is no measure. All of us wonder whether we can "pray it away." Some things you just have to go through. That said, your anxiety might well be grounded in a feeling of loss of control. What in your life CAN you control? Concentrate on that and pray for the ability to let the rest go. You're in my prayers, sweetie.